Losing Things

My way, my word and one good shoe A book that I was halfway through My train of thought my mother's ring I'm good at losing things My words, my nerves all tracks of time The shoulder of a friend of mine The places where my hope still springs I'm good at losing things Well I lost my place and fell behind Baby when did you get so hard to find I've been careless with your love I know it's true When did I start losing you My faith, my fight my childhood home My love of spending time alone The taste for whiskey and it's sting I'm good at losing things My dad, myself and peace of mind My favorite dog and so much time The song my grandpa used to sing I'm good at losing things Well I lost my place and fell behind Baby when did you get so hard to find I've been careless with your love I know it's true When did I start losing you A string of peals a boy I loved Her baby curls a small red glove My face in what your love could bring I'm good at losing things Well I lost my place and I fell behind Baby when did you get so hard to find I've been careless with your love I know it's true When did I start losing you When did I start losing you Tell me I'm not losing you